Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim ass large co-op
Large co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we the domes
the vial, you know my style, large co-op
all the way son

First of all talk about these ill capers
And fly ass frontin' bitches that now vapors
Niggaz run up on you guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin' up
Cause upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the never saved shit
I that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to slang crack, or tecs, and do the concept
You make loot, when your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to ya, don't let these streets fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped shit'll scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, stand still, like fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, why we losin em
I'm lookin' at this niggaz
To make a big play, but then it be a mistake
Cause if I get sent to D.C., I'm Dice to DE
three p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled with snakes and
The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back
Master Allah Rule Savior, clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and your taste
Disgrace your date put your title to
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called
Illadelph Isle Pensy, the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets empty
Some cats, believe MC but we know they all fraud
Do a in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody your record nor who you openin' for
Can your squad's artificial while approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for terror that's pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor
Messiah or, the higher law down Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' you build to the floor
to that of a dinosaur
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, what
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, percent invented
For a fuckin' record
Comin' with somethin' veterans can't
I hit you like a steel
Because you grafted off the next skill
But I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello
Run over of the
See-L-O/N-E-S
The phoniest is felonious (word)

Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of fine
never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always live and
On bitches try to punk the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get slapped in they
All y'all is fake, tryin' to emulate my style
What man? In this game, to me you're a child
I wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never before?
You traveled to the realm of Raw
clones get they dome blown with chrome microphones
It's not fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through this like a
I got you rollin' stop off the
Represent while I been like this birth
And I won't be the but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's sol-dier

Don't come across that line or pay a
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw one
Deranger launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task
Read a nigga up and in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you from your cloud of you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white
My a product of this two-one-fifth trife style
I through areas niggaz would fear to walk in
the talkin', that galactic style as of a falcon
Your Star Trek ass will
Spill these words and into a sprinkle
Cap brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall
Just tie name next when I start to X
out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to check, the opposite of same sex
I your type if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you never a higher rate